It's Your Fault

A Poem by Keiko

People all around me
Judging before they think.
Only looking from the outside
Instead of watching the knife sink.

Take the knife through my arm
Watching the blood run down.
Yelling at the top of my lungs
Only no one hears a sound.

Pity for the people, who mock,
Who terrorize those that bleed.
For you are the ones who stay,
While our lives are finally freed.

I live my life through others remiss,
And all I've see is the dark abyss